Reciting poetry

Some poems cry out to be read aloud while others are just for private consumption. Our poetry anthology has both and I had the pleasure of reading out a couple last night at the Willows folk club in Arundel. This time I read one by our friend Bryan as that was more likely to make people laugh and it did. I get a real kick out of making people laugh. I can see why comedians enjoy their job.

I bought a copy of Pam Ayres’ verses from a charity stall last month and found a new favourite. Although I like “I wish I’d looked after me teeth,” there’s one entitled “Heaps of Stuff” which is so true I feel I want to find somewhere to recite it, just to get a reaction! Mind you, I can’t do that lovely accent so it might not be so successful.

The book is “The Works” selected poems, and the quality varies so I won’t do a review.She said herself her verses were written to be spoken out loud and she sounds great performing them.

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Worthing Rotary Festival Parade

It may be late but worth the wait, the Rotary float’s in view.

Give them all a wave- the Worthing Crier, in costume gold and blue.

I can hear the beat of the samba band and see the pom-poms, too.

They spin and punch ( without any lunch) on lorries all forming a queue.

Let the music blare as the people stare; I love parades, don’t you?

rotary parade

 

Sample poem from anthology.

THE BIRD HOUSE

Ripe ivy climbs the garden wall, green flower fingers bunched, berry-like.

A wooden bird house by the gate waiting for pigeon, robin, magpie,

Each morning filled with corn and seed, a tasty breakfast for all to feed.

A squirrel leaps from garage roof, sits, grey tail aloft, to choose and chew.

The busy sparrows wait their turn in thorny bush – their hiding place.

When large birds leave they nip inside, pecking and picking, then flit away.

A mouse finally tries his luck but there’s nothing left in the bird house.

 

Anniversary

Wedding anniversary day today and we are going to a charity do this morning and then out to dinner this evening. I was looking for a photo of us together but all I can find is ones he took of me and I took of him. Must put that right today. Of course, there are ones of me selling books with his support but you can overdo this marketing thing!

Sixty five copies of the anthology now bought or ordered. When do I decide to print more? Looking forward to the pantomime casting in early September. Must try to kerb my excitement. I’m like a kid with a new toy! It’s a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Music and Words

A great night at the Willows in Arundel yesterday. Both Ben and I read a poem from the anthology and appreciated the brilliant set by Jo and Graham. In fact, all the singers were good that evening and the atmosphere was superb. We even had celebratory chocolate cake for the one year party. Now the Willows meet twice a month instead of weekly so it is necessary to check the dates.

Yvette and Friends are hosting an open mike night on 6th September and Trevor Clawson is the spotlight on 20th. He sang two of his self-penned songs last night as a taster – very good.

anthology success

I have had the books for three days and have almost sold the first 50 copies. Who says poetry doesn’t sell? Mind you, I did target folk who have read our stuff before. Some even thanked me for approaching them! This is so much easier than trying to shift novels. Thanks for all the advertising. Sorry I can’t send any to the States. It would cost more to post than they were worth and I’m not ebooking them. Now to concentrate on the pantomime!

The Band

Good music lifts the spirit or soothes the soul

The steady heartbeat of the double bass

A bell-like banjo tinkling out a rhythm

While racing drums that stir the listener’s blood

Cause feet to stamp and hands to clap in time.

The mournful trombone adds its rousing sound

A vibrant trumpet next takes up the tune

But, over all, the soaring clarinet

Makes listening live to jazz a pure delight.

We may arrive in tired or harassed mood

But hearing this great band has done us good.